If you ever have the opportunity to live somewhere new, take it.
My hometown is a small city close to Rio and my whole family lives there. Since I first moved away, I would came back every summer. I would love seeing my family and old friends! As I grew up, I got to talk to my cousin about deeper subjects every time. When we'd talk about what we wanted to do when we grew up, I'd share with her how my dream was to keep moving. I wanted to keep meeting new people every year. I wanted to study abroad and learn new languages. She, for one, didn’t understand why. Why did I want to learn more languages? Why did I want to keep moving? Until when? Our ideas were extremely different. She didn’t understand what was
so good about living abroad. I hardly ever got to see my family nor did I get to go to the Brazilian beaches or eat Brazilian food. I missed all of that so much and she knew it. What she didn’t know was that it was the price I was willing to pay to experience other things like being able to speak other languages, eat other food, meet new people and go to different beaches. Being able to experience all of this, opened my mind in an unexplainable way. I can’t say I don’t miss my old life or that I don’t wish I lived closer to my family, but I wouldn’t want my life any different. Moving was the best gift my parents could have ever given me.
